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ability to pull up a carrot,â Zaichari laughed bitterly.
Roconn had the distinct feeling there was something more to this story than he was letting on. Eager to know more about who he was walking with, Roconn pressed him.
âKlomano visited me during the evening. I was still working to put food on the table while my good-for-nothing father sat about the barn, complaining about how little I did for the family, how I was the worst son he had ever had. He told me I was useless, and that I couldnât even master the simplest jobs, like collecting crops. He did nothing and I did everything,â Zaichari explained.
Roconn noticed his hands had clenched into balls.
âKlomano visited me in the field, we were surrounded by wheat. He told me I deserved better, and that I was much more than this. He made me hate my father even more. Klomano then told me he could make it all better and give me a gift greater than any other. I knew there was a catch. He told me that in order for him to do this, I must give him something in return.â
âWhat did he ask for?â Roconn asked
âA life. He told me I had to kill my own father. I hated him, yes, so that night I crept into his room whilst he was sleeping, grabbed the knife he always kept by his bed, and Iâ¦â Zaichari trailed off and kept looking toward the end of the canal.
âI understand.â
âWell,â announced Zaichari. âItâs all in the past. Iâd forgotten about it until just now.â
Roconn could tell he had not forgotten at all, but decided not to press the matter.
A black gondola rowed up the canal and stopped before them, the silver dragon crest glittering in the light of the moon.
âSecrecy is hidden, where the sun does not penetrate,â said Zaichari to the gondolier.
âClimb on board,â he replied blankly.
The gondolier wore simple attire, consisting of a plain, white shirt and brown bottoms. He was a middle-aged man with a plait hanging down his back. Roconn climbed in after Zaichari and smelt the unfamiliar scent of a new vampire. The gondolier. Then another scent hit his nose.
âMaria!â Roconn whispered as her sweet smell filled his lungs.
âSorry?â asked Zaichari cautiously.
âNothing,â he replied.
The gondolier punted down the canal with a long pole, for ten minutes until he reached a fork. He took the right turn without thinking, then another right, and finally a left. The Venetian clan had gone to some lengths to keep their fort hidden. A few minutes later they reached a dead end. Roconn assumed he had taken a wrong turn and was not happy.
He opened his mouth to speak when the gondolier announced, âThis is the end of the line.â
Zaichari seemed oblivious to the fact that they were at a dead end, he obviously knew they were at the right destination. All that was in front of them was one thirty-foot wall. Zaichari climbed out, and Roconn followed suit. As soon as they were out, the gondolier left them, leaving them in a deserted street that, again, looked identical to the rest of Venice. Roconn wondered idly whether this was some sort of trap, but the thought vanished when Zaichari walked over to the wall and pushed a big slab of stone to the left, revealing a metal door. Zaichari tapped out a code, which Roconn memorized. At once, the door swung open to reveal a large room that was about the size of a church.
The vampire who opened the door was a slender and attractive woman with waist length, chocolate-brown, hair and bright sapphire-blue eyes.
âSo, the clan-king arrives in Venice. I am truly awed to be in your presence, my lord. My name is Oceana, advisor to Klomano, the clan-leader of Venice,â she said with a soft voice as she sank onto one knee.
âThank you, itâs good to be here. I believe I am expected?â Roconn inquired.
âYes, my lord, right this way.â She stood up and walked inside, shouting into the
Roconn had the distinct feeling there was something more to this story than he was letting on. Eager to know more about who he was walking with, Roconn pressed him.
âKlomano visited me during the evening. I was still working to put food on the table while my good-for-nothing father sat about the barn, complaining about how little I did for the family, how I was the worst son he had ever had. He told me I was useless, and that I couldnât even master the simplest jobs, like collecting crops. He did nothing and I did everything,â Zaichari explained.
Roconn noticed his hands had clenched into balls.
âKlomano visited me in the field, we were surrounded by wheat. He told me I deserved better, and that I was much more than this. He made me hate my father even more. Klomano then told me he could make it all better and give me a gift greater than any other. I knew there was a catch. He told me that in order for him to do this, I must give him something in return.â
âWhat did he ask for?â Roconn asked
âA life. He told me I had to kill my own father. I hated him, yes, so that night I crept into his room whilst he was sleeping, grabbed the knife he always kept by his bed, and Iâ¦â Zaichari trailed off and kept looking toward the end of the canal.
âI understand.â
âWell,â announced Zaichari. âItâs all in the past. Iâd forgotten about it until just now.â
Roconn could tell he had not forgotten at all, but decided not to press the matter.
A black gondola rowed up the canal and stopped before them, the silver dragon crest glittering in the light of the moon.
âSecrecy is hidden, where the sun does not penetrate,â said Zaichari to the gondolier.
âClimb on board,â he replied blankly.
The gondolier wore simple attire, consisting of a plain, white shirt and brown bottoms. He was a middle-aged man with a plait hanging down his back. Roconn climbed in after Zaichari and smelt the unfamiliar scent of a new vampire. The gondolier. Then another scent hit his nose.
âMaria!â Roconn whispered as her sweet smell filled his lungs.
âSorry?â asked Zaichari cautiously.
âNothing,â he replied.
The gondolier punted down the canal with a long pole, for ten minutes until he reached a fork. He took the right turn without thinking, then another right, and finally a left. The Venetian clan had gone to some lengths to keep their fort hidden. A few minutes later they reached a dead end. Roconn assumed he had taken a wrong turn and was not happy.
He opened his mouth to speak when the gondolier announced, âThis is the end of the line.â
Zaichari seemed oblivious to the fact that they were at a dead end, he obviously knew they were at the right destination. All that was in front of them was one thirty-foot wall. Zaichari climbed out, and Roconn followed suit. As soon as they were out, the gondolier left them, leaving them in a deserted street that, again, looked identical to the rest of Venice. Roconn wondered idly whether this was some sort of trap, but the thought vanished when Zaichari walked over to the wall and pushed a big slab of stone to the left, revealing a metal door. Zaichari tapped out a code, which Roconn memorized. At once, the door swung open to reveal a large room that was about the size of a church.
The vampire who opened the door was a slender and attractive woman with waist length, chocolate-brown, hair and bright sapphire-blue eyes.
âSo, the clan-king arrives in Venice. I am truly awed to be in your presence, my lord. My name is Oceana, advisor to Klomano, the clan-leader of Venice,â she said with a soft voice as she sank onto one knee.
âThank you, itâs good to be here. I believe I am expected?â Roconn inquired.
âYes, my lord, right this way.â She stood up and walked inside, shouting into the
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